Second Chances: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance (Second Chance Romance Series Book 1) by Danes Ellie

Author:Danes, Ellie [Danes, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
Published: 2018-05-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Brittany

I doodled all through class, not paying attention in the slightest to my teacher. Josephine sat next to me, nudging me to focus, but all I could think about was the night Dalton and I shared in the laundry room together. As I sketched in my notebook, I imagined painting for a living.

Josephine leaned over to whisper, “Stop grinning like that, you look like you’re having an orgasm to Mr. Potter’s lecture.”

“I can’t help myself,” I whispered back.

Dalton brought out the best in me, I could see that now, and he challenged me to do right by myself. Without him barging into my life, I didn’t know if I would have ever smiled again like I was now. I didn’t know how a guy like him did it, but he was slicing his way past the barricade I had put up against every man who had approached me since Talia’s death. I still didn’t trust most men, but I trusted Dalton. I still didn’t understand him, and I could sense he had many secrets that made it so maybe I shouldn’t trust him, but I couldn’t help myself.

“You’re really good at that,” Josephine said as the lecture ended, referring to my doodles.

“I know,” I said, confident in my skills. A short while ago—before Dalton had encouraged me back into my passion—I never would have agreed with Josephine.

I walked back home after class, the entire time craving the sight of Dalton and anticipating seeing him in the hallway or in the courtyard. He wasn’t anywhere I could find him when I got back to the building, and I decided to spend the rest of the night painting instead of studying. I was going to paint Dalton a portrait, and I giggled to myself when I decided to paint him as a bulldog. That’s the animal he resembled most to me, and I thought it suited him.

Halfway through the painting, much later in the evening, I heard a car door slam outside of my window. I went over to spy on who had caused the sound. Dalton was getting out of the car of that creep I’d seen parked outside the building a few days earlier. It wasn’t Dalton’s father’s assistant, but a stranger I recognized as the man who had stalked the entryway of the apartment complex the night Dalton had brought home the painting of fire trapped inside a birdcage.

Dalton didn’t see me peeking from behind the thick blinds my father had asked to be installed before I moved in. Seeing him leave the stranger’s car brought my trust in him almost completely crashing down, causing all the fear and concerns I’d experienced surrounding Dalton’s bad boy persona to flood my mind.

“Perhaps I allowed him into my heart too soon,” I whispered, looking back at the half painting I’d created for him. The top half of a bulldog, just teeth, jowls, and piercing eyes, stared back at me from the canvas. Faintly, I heard Dalton’s footsteps come down the hall and then stop until my ears registered the opening and closing of his apartment door.

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